Piping-Hot Revenge

She was intent on her work. Even as her paws began to blister - this was, she thought, the longest that she had ever walked without rest - Calamity tried to channel her mind past the pain. This was spiritual work. Was she getting anywhere? Closer to god? Or just more bloodied and bruised? The former princess closed her eyes and almost wept. This was so much more difficult than she had ever expected it to be. All that she wanted was to be welcomed back into the fold. Just as she lifted her head to look at the moon above, she heard a scatter of loose rocks behind her and a heated snarl. Calamity turned quickly, her tail raised high in alert. Pestilence... here? Her nostrils flared. Would Toxicity want her to keep walking or return and help?

But... what did she want to do? Digging deep, Calamity found a white hot rage. How dare she beset upon them here, is this holy place? Couldn't this squabble have waited? Today was supposed to be her day. Her redemption. Cala snarled and kicked off at a run towards the pair of them. Pestilence had the element of surprise, but she bore newly healed wounds. Her battle gear was formidable. Slavering for a fight - for any way to prove herself - she skidded to a stop and ducked down to try and bite at Pesto's back legs and drag either out from under her. Her bracers may have protected her front legs, but she'd do her best to unbalance her sister so that Tox could put a quick end to all of this. There was important work still to be done tonight. I'm sorry it had to come to this. I will not ask for your forgiveness... but I am sorry.

Calamity Klein Abraxas & Toxicity Klein Abraxas vs Pestilence Klein for melee
Round 1/1
Age: Over 1 yr
Size: Large
Build: Light
Mutation 1: Antlers - Offensive
Skills: Intermediate Intellectual & Intermediate Fighter
Specialty: N/A